He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
JAMES JOYCEPeople trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
More James Joyce Quotes
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I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
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Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
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Shut your eyes and see.
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And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
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A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
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Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
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Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
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You can still die when the sun is shining.
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O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
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Places remember events.
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God made food; the devil the cooks.
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There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.
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Life is too short to read a bad book.
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Absence, the highest form of presence.
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He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
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